"But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit."
Jeremiah 17:7-8 NIV
I have found that hope comes in waves. I am typically hopefully when things are fresh and new. Hopeful at the start of a new cycle. Hopeful when protocols are changed. Hopeful when meeting with a new doctor. Right now, I find myself in a new odd limbo.
I have a new hope in our changed protocol, but I feel like placing my hope in that is writing off our current cycle. The cycle that I am still 11 days from knowing the outcome of. I think part of these feelings come from the fact that in order to do an injectable cycle next time (if there is one) we have to prepare for it now. We've read over the consent forms, looked at all of the potential side effects and today I have a teaching appointment to learn how to prepare and administer injections for a cycle that may or may not happen.
So, in the midst of this limbo I am going to remind myself of the verse posted above. I am putting down roots, and trusting God's perfect plan and timing.